Down the Hill
“You wax the flyer?
“You wax the flyer?
“But we have to keep warm,” Jake pleaded as he dropped a pile of blankets on the couch.
“Happy New Year!
Okay, Nicholas.
“Blinky, put that wrench down and get over here.
I constructed my lair from the choicest rock candy, not dollar store seconds.
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?
“Wake up, you idiot.
“Why don’t you try poking out your eyes?
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand.